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Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, / Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand, / Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web, / And snared by the ungloving of thine hand.
And yet I never look on midnight sky, / But I behold thine eyes' well-memoried light; / I cannot look upon the rose's dye, / But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight; / I cannot look on any budding flower, / But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips / And hearkening for a love-sound, doth devour / Its sweets in the wrong sense: -- Thou dost eclipse / Every delight with sweet remembering, / And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.